Sometimes words hurt more than bruises
wounds opening up with every syllable

Sometimes the only one you’ve lost is yourself
when you see her in the hallway and she is no longer crying
who do you have to blame but yourself and your hopes

Sometimes the music only brings death and torture
the sweet feeling we once had together died in a fire
of ash and soot black as the devil within us all
as the water is no longer raining from above the clouds

Sometimes the only cure is to squeeze the cut so it bleeds
a bloody rag is enough proof to put the past behind us
and move on out the door we made together from wood
down the stairs we escalated from marble and dirt
and into a world we have never ventured to out of fear

Sometimes everything you thought could be mended is just burnt
ashes will cloud the puzzle piece lines and what they stood for
all the smiles and happiness the whole puzzle brought
now broken into unmendable cracks and scars from a crash
that shattered the whole existence we knew and held dear
as we leave worlds left in love and mirth for worlds of pain

Sometimes the toll is too much for any firefighter or police man
every man, woman, child and animal crowd around the scene
to see whose face was bashed in after they fell from the loveliest place
the blood from the man’s eyes and head washed down the storm drain
so that the men, women and children no longer weep for the lost
so that they may forget and move on from the sweet feeling of hope
but they know inside they no longer have purpose in life or death

Sometimes the devil’s den is right under your house and front lawn
a cave we all know exists but never dared to unearth from it’s dark womb
in fear of what lies inside the horrible chasm of screams and howls
for if it is woken it releases a plague of hopelessness and trial
to test all who dare to touch or detriment it and it’s purpose
unfortunately the only person that holds this beast’s life is you
in your horror and tyranny over all the rest of your virgin soul
for it is not only you that suffers in times of loss and grieving

Sometimes everything you held dear in morality and sanity
is washed away by the salt waters of hell and purgatory
as you enter your journey into space and time
in search of answers for all the unimagined questions
all the beasts and demons swirling behind you in plot
to overthrow your conscience and hope of moving on
as you embark on this perilous quest for clarity
remember that sometimes
you are not alone